AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The moment Beau and I are finally alone in my garage feels like the first time I’ve actually taken a full breath all day. I practically fall into his arms, inhaling his kiss like it’s oxygen. He smells and tastes like him, and the familiarity of it is like a drug to me now.
He moans into our kiss and I feel him starting to harden behind his pants.
“I should have put you in another cage today,” I tease him, running my hand down to his crotch and cupping his erection.
“Would have been wildly unfair with you in that dress. I’ve been hiding this boner all day.”
I laugh at his language—the dirty vernacular of a twenty-two-year-old man, something I find endearing now and not as annoying as I once did.
“Well, then we should hurry to the club because you’re not coming until I fuck you.”
He shivers deep in his bones, and I can feel it. I bite my lip as I grin up at him. “God, I love it when you talk like that.” Reaching down, he squeezes my ass hard, using it as leverage to grind himself against me.
Pulling away feels almost impossible, but I really do need to get him to the club. And I’m too excited to let this opportunity pass us by. In a frenzy, I run upstairs to pack the bag I readied for tonight with the necessary…supplies. Then, we’re out the door, both of us buzzing with excitement, our hands clasped over the center console as I drive.
When we pass the front of the club, I’m relieved to see not a protester in sight. All of the stars are aligned tonight, and I’m feeling on top of the world. We park behind the club in the employee parking area, and my hands are trembling with nerves.
I’m sneaking Emerson’s son into the club.
I mean, obviously, he’s been here before, but this is the first time he’s walking in with me and no mask. If someone sees us, the jig is up, but maybe that’s okay now. Maybe that’s why we’re taking the risk. Just to be caught.
Using my key, I open the brightly lit back entrance, and check to make sure no one is in the employee hall that runs behind the club. It’s empty, since everyone is at the wedding anyway. Taking Beau’s hand, I lead him in behind me. There’s a service stairwell to the right that leads up to the VIP floor. Again, I check to make sure it’s empty before dragging him up.
Thankfully, the VIP area is dark, but it’s also…open play. Which might be a little much for Beau, something I forgot to warn him about. Too late now. As I lead him quickly through the large room, the moaning and cries of pleasure barely resonate over the music playing, I turn around to find him staring wide-eyed at the display around him.
Room twenty-three is just on the other side of the room, and I’m fast with my keycard, dragging him in and closing the door before he can gawk anymore. Once we’re inside, I stare at him, gauging his reaction.
“Holy shit,” he mutters quietly.
“Sorry, I should have warned you about that,” I reply.
“Yeah…you probably should have.” He’s wearing a contemplative expression, and I see the wheels turning in his head.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Is that how it’s going to be at the new club?” he asks. My spine tenses as I ready my answer, afraid this may turn into a discussion I don’t want to have right now.
“Is that a problem?” I ask carefully.
He thinks some more. “No. It’s just…a big leap for me.”
“I understand. But everything we do is safe, sane, and consensual. You know that.”
With a nod, he replies, “Yeah.”
Something about it still feels unfinished, and I can tell there’s worry gnawing at him, so I gently pull him deeper into the room. Placing my bag on the chair, I reach for him. Eagerly, he steps into my arms, leaning down to take my mouth in a sensual kiss.
I didn’t have much of a plan for tonight. I figured we’d get to this point and let our bodies lead the way, so when he reaches for the bottom of my dress, I let him. Our hands take over from here, peeling back each layer as the electricity between us grows hotter. Anticipation and excitement color every emotion flowing through me. And when he peels down my panties, kneeling before me, I let out a small whimper of appreciation.
He looks so good on his knees for me.
“Maggie…” he says, drawing my attention to his face.
“What is it?” I ask, afraid he’s about to back out.
“Before we do this, I just need to say something.”
I wait expectantly as he runs his hands along the backs of my legs, drawing me closer.
